Whoever decided to place a Guild on the top of a peak high up in the mountains was... Ingenious. At least, when it was a Dark Guild such as this. Nykyrian treked up the mountain side, the edges of his coat flapping in the strong wind. It gave a hard whistle as it blew around him, one that reminded him of the piercing screams from a ghost. The simple things in life amused him, the feeling of his hands coated in blood, the screams from those that defy him.

Nykyrian smirked as the Guild Hall finally came into view. It was magnificent looking, a large solid palace that was snug on the side of Mt. Hakobe. The snow complimented it's structure, no large windows, stone walls... It looked cold.. Like Death.

It only took a split second, but the moment his eyes laid upon the Guild of Basilisk Fang, he was suddenly transported inside. It appeared like he stepped out of thin air, but in reality it was his Territory Magic. His ability to teleport himself, and all objects to wherever he wanted.

He smirked and laid down his hood, taking in his surroundings. He was placed smack center of the Guild Hall. Stone architecture laid out the room before him, with rather victorian styled furniture. So this was the Guild Hall that his friend Elijah had spent so many years within...There were a few faces among the guild members, some that gawked, some that appeared disturbed and those that would want to fight..

He smirked once more at the thought of these members attacking him. How awkward would that be in the eyes of their guildmaster when they come to find that He was good friends with Elijah.

Speaking of, it appeared the guildmaster's face was not within the Guild Hall... so Nykyrian wrapped his arms across his chest, the tall man being quite an intimidating view. " Tell me where your Guildmaster is." He said, his voice echoing among the silent statues that glanced at him.

Ivy, having gotten tired of not doing anything was at the request board. Looking over the board, not much was there, and she sat down, right next to Kukki's box, or at least that's what she named the small cube, it was no bigger than a baseball but Kukki's box sounded the best. Sighing, she suddenly heard a voice echo throughout the hall. Gu-reat, another member to critisize her being a child, and another member to call her a jibbering mess grasping at straws, and another person who might pose a threat to the guild in whole. So, floating herself over directly in front of the man, she went face-to-face with him, body parralel to the ground, looking as though she was laying down, on a bed. The small child's smile was replaced with a look of interest, but not neccesarily good interest. "I don't think we take nicely to mean men like you who tell everyone what to do. Now say "please" and maybe I'll tell you." she said with a giggle, once more looking the man over. His magic aura was a bit stronger than hers, but then again she's taken mages that were much stronger than her before, and a multitude at the same time. If blow comes to blow, she could take this man... for the guild... and for boredom.

The peace had been interrupted, that’s when Famine came out from the darker end of the room where the dim lights struggled to cast over, casting its dusty furnishings in a blanket of shadows. From beneath the blackness she’d emerge clad in her usual gar, hood down at her shoulders that moment. She came to walk by the Requesting boards, not tolerating her lesser guild mates remark. Famine nudged past the child,“We don’t give superiors the lip either. Watch your attitude, Ivy.” Famine put with an authoritative air in her voice. She stopped in her tracks a moment spiked her subtle yet icy glare as she craned her head back over her shoulder to the girl; sapphire hues narrowing her direction like daggers. Evidentially the Shadow make mage tugged her attentiveness away from Kissos to face the centerpiece of the guild hall, the figure which had appeared out of thin air. He had obviously emerged from the local lands of Mt. Hakobe which were just outside rather than teleporting across the continent from God know wherever, a slight dust of powdery snow contrasting his dark clothes and hair.

The silence deepened all except for Famine’s bare footfalls. She only proceeded to examine him more from the distance as she moved around the guild space, its members, and its furnishings too meet him. She raised a brow, wondering if she had seen this man around the headquarters once before as she paced the floor towards him. “No one’s seen Annora for quite some time now, the rumors sifting around are saying she’s left without a trace.” The brunette put casually, crossing her tattoo clad arms over her bust. She had to lift her head up to the heavens just to be able to talk meet his eye. Rita had been born petite and only grown to be a five foot three… this man was at the least a whole other foot higher. She tried not to let the way his body towered over bug or intimidate her all that much, her bright colored irises unwavering.

“Something you need?” she inquired a bit colder than but not as harsh as the chill wasteland outside the doors behind them. The noise of the wind whistled through against the fort, reminding them just how forgiving this place was.

A few moments after he voiced himself over the guild hall, a piercing feminine and petite voice answered. His eyes gazed upon a small child like girl. Her hair having a white look to it, and bright eyes. He instantly scowled. " And who are you to demand such of me..." Nykyrian was about so show her just what he was until they were abruptly interrupted by another. Female as well, but this one sounded more...alluring. Keening his head to her general direction, he watched as the woman approached, her barefeet making her steps silent. He smirked slightly. " It is a shame to hear about Annora, and it appears Elijah is gone as well. " Nykyrian pulled at his shirt collar, straightening it. He gave the guild a quick glance. " The members of Basilisk Fang were once feared individuals.. under the rule of a guided thumb."He stepped off to the left a little, the sound of his boots on the ground echoing in the quiet room. Looking at the end of the large guild hall, a statue of a viper coiled itself around a large chair. It appeared worn, and not well kept clean, but suitable none the less."Elijah was a dear friend of mine from the past, and this guild lived up to it's name in his care. That care shall be returned. "

In that moment, he flashed from the center of the room, to sitting in that throne. A move that happened in the blink of an eye, one that would be hard to see for anyone that is. " Under my lead shall Basilisk Fang rule once more over the hearts of all." He sat back, sliding his foot forward, and the other crossed over. " Envy, Lust, Love... but most of all Fear."

Sol watched from the shadows as the man entered the guild, Sol was much different then he had been when he had joined, he had lost his sound magic for something far greater something that changed his view of humans forever. He was now a Dragon Slayer and it caused some tension with those that thought they were better then him. He had quickly poisoned them before putting them in their place. The maroon haired man could feel that the newcomers power was far greater then his own so he decided to keep his opinion to himself. He could hear Ivy being rude to him and asking him to say please first.

Sol coud only scowl at the girls actions, she may have been stronger then him but her attitude angered him the more he was around her, thankfully Famine decided to show herself before asking what the man needed while informing not only him but Sol as well that Annora was now missing. He approached then group while the man explained that he was a good friend of Elijah and that he would now takeover and make Basilisk Fang a name that would be feared and loved to All. “while I’m happy that we have a new Guild Master how can we be sure that you will remain and not vanish into thin air."he said as he stopped beside Famine and crossed his arms,

Ivy, having now been scowled and spoke down to by Famine, just sat in the air with her legs crossed, looking at the older woman. "Who says he's above me!? I haven't seen this man once and he automatically claims he's the ruler of this guild? Ha, whoever made that decision has a head made of jelly!" Ivy sighed, hearing both the unknown man and Sol speak, as the weaker member gave her a bad look, then once again spoke as if he simply agreed with the man's ways, and just accepted him as a guildmaster. Whilst Ivy didn't perticularly like Annora, she began to accept her being a guildmaster, but now she's getting word that she vanished, much like Elijah did.

Well now there was the thought of what to do. Someone claimed power over the guild, and two other people are supporting him like some obidient serfs obeying any man claiming to be a child of the gods. They were all stupid, was Ivy the only one reluctant to just have a random person be GM? With Annora, it had been because she never seen that person before, even though she did know Annora was in the guild. Now this person she had never even HEARD OF! Being a friend of Elijah's doesn't automattically give you 100 points on the GM rating board, so Ivy was immediately in shock, but not awe. This was sheer annoyance.

"Quiet, Ivy.” Famine never thought she would say this but her subordinates were right… how did they know this man was worthy to represent this guild? Knowing he didn’t necessarily have to listen to anyone a level below him, Famine spoke—seeing as the two seemed to be on an even playing field. “You think you can just walk in here and take the throne then?” Famine spoke his way, the words pulling up the corner of her lip.

“You up for a game of tag, stranger?” Famine inquired with a chuckle in her breath. “No I’m not calling a duel, that’d be too much of a mess. The first one to land a hit on the other wins…. They take the guild. You up for it?..."

His eyes pierced through the air to rest on the young girl. She certainly was unaware that her words would cost her life, as Nykyrian did not care for the weak. And She obviously had potential, but her insolence was her weakness. Naive child.His gaze swept across the room, there was so many uncertain faces, ones that opted to challenge against him, and those that were too afraid.Nyk just scoffed at the woman's proposition." You suggest we play a child's game?" He said tilting his head to the side and giving her a sneer. " Rather the most unnerving part of your suggestion.... is that you can actually take the guild from me." He said standing up and straightening out his collar, causing it to stand up, and then his hands found their way to his pockets. " I find it amusing that you say you will take the power... but where were you when Annora left before hmm?" he remarked, a snicker following his words as he then walked up to the woman.He looked down at her, his bright orbs shining through the dark array of hair that hung from his forehead. His teeth forming a scowl. " I will however partake in your little game. If only to give you a taste of what comes with such insolence. "

He said taking a couple of steps back and glaring at the woman. "The point is to touch you correct?.... then let us begin.

Distaste stiffened her gaze, marking clad arms crossed provocatively over Famine's chest. This authoritative and intellectual tone only seemed to irritate Famine. Man, ...how could someone be this high and mighty. The way he glared down at her, spoke, walked.. even breathed. It was as if this Nykyrian was a reincarnation of one of her demons from a childhood that felt so long ago. The man she’d killed before she wound up here for what he’d done to her…. She’d have to swallow it, last thing she needed on her mind was that man, Nyx.

“Of course I could take this guild hall the only one in my way, right? But now let’s cut too the chase… my proposition was that we play some tag, not run our mouths.” The tone left her with what could have been enough poison to devastate a fraction of Fiore’s population, clicking a tongue with detest. Her bare heels slipped back against the nippy floor. Oh how it was surprising how she hadn’t yet contracted frostbite living here, the hypothermic winter violently existing just outside the guild. An azure gaze lifted pleasantly, brows raising with intellectual inquiry, fangs flashing. “After you, stranger.”

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His teeth gritted together and his jaw flexed under the pressure he placed down on them.

'Tch..'

The insolence this woman was giving him made his skin burn and his muscles ache. Nykyrian closed his eyes and relaxed his face. " If you insist." With that, Nykyrian opened his eyes and in a complete instant, a millisecond passing, he was in front of the woman. Before he was at least 8 feet back after he stepped away from her the first time, and next before one could even blink he was close enough that the heat from his skin could be felt. With a smirk Nyk raised his hand to go and grab her by the throat. His large hands being capable of wrapping around her neck easily. He would raise her up, being quite capable by increasing the force of his muscles. " How is this for tag?" he would say while staring at the woman. " Do you feel that?" his grip would tighten, " I am quite capable of taking your life right here and now. However...." Nyk would release the grip on the woman. " I am quite merciful to those that are not weak. Especially those that show promise.."

With the malevolent power that had been bestowed upon her Famine often forgot how small she was, how light boned and easily out-strengthed she was. She had been gathered up by her throat like nothing, practically stunned by his quickness the moment before.

She had grabbed frantically at her neck, fingers curling inward against the harsh, intensifying grip to try and free her windpipe. There was a knot of dread in her chest. She met his frigid gaze with azure irises like glass, very much sharp but wavering with fragility.

His hand released her, opening like a crane she was left to slip back to the ground, landing bottom first against the familiar texture of the guild floor she was accustomed to feeling against the bottom of her feet but too be knocked off of them was something degrading. She’d glare upwards with that next statement. At least he hadn’t called her a weakling, at least she probably would still have some power in this guild. “Guess this means you win, stranger.” Famine would wheeze her inquiry managing a ghost of a smile. “As our Guild Master, got a first order of business?" She hissed in a voice soft and silk tipped with a needle sharp point.

The man walked back to his dusty throne he sat at before. He plopped down and crossed one leg on top of the other. He knotted his fingers together and rested his lips against the raw and undesirable flesh. Nykyrian thought for a moment, he did have thoughts as to how to make this guild strong once again.

He breathed in deeply and glanced at the woman who recovered from his advancement before, " To the South, past Magnolia and the small insignificant villages, lies a set of mountains. " the man let his hands down away from his face and addressed her more up front. " Here awaits the Mountain Village, and within it's proximity is the legal guild...Infinity Hydra." Nykyrian sneered at the end of his sentence, enunciating the name of the guild with a hateful tone.

" They are a newly established guild... One i have no information on.... Retrieve some form of treasured knowledge and i will highly reward your efforts." With that he waved her away along with everyone else.

There was much more work to be done in the eerie crypts of Basilisk Fang.